Games 3

Soren POV

Listening to Ayla's cries of pain, frustration, and distress was not at all pleasant, it hurt inside me and Strïth, as well as Victor, but it was necessary... Her aura was fluctuating too much, her heart was racing, and Victor warned me about her fangs getting bigger.

That's why we moved away, we'll tell her about it later, but to help her calm down, he and I began to caress her lightly and stimulate the mark we had made. Ayla's aura stabilized after a while and this brought relief to Victor and me that is hard to explain, and although she was hurt, she didn't hate it, which is excellent and shows how much she trusts us.

Little by little we managed to arouse her enjoyment and her low moans encouraged us to continue, this time gradually increasing the intensity of the caresses, now we knew what not to do.

Of course, her request cut my heart out, but I understand, and I know how bad what happened was. I exchanged a glance with Victor, saw him raise the small vibrator and nodded briefly.

The taste of Ayla's skin is getting sweeter, and I'm trying not to dig my fangs into her breasts, it seems that her body is releasing some kind of pheromone to stimulate and encourage us to lose our minds.

'Careful.' Victor says in my mind.

'We know.' I answered for myself and my spiritual part.

As soon as I got down on my knees, I couldn't help but tease her and Ayla reciprocated my stimulation beautifully, moaning and giving herself over even more. I could feel my cock throbbing and rubbing against the fabric of my pants, which hurt, but I controlled myself and continued licking and stimulating my mate's entrance.

It's almost as if she's in Heat, much lighter, but the taste of honey is prominent.

'Make her come many times until it passes.' Strïth warned.

'How do you know that?' I asked, surprised.

'Just do as I say.' Strïth replied and fell silent again.

His presence is practically non-existent, I sighed and returned my attention to my mate. I moved my lips up until I found her clitoris and bit down lightly, hearing her cry out in pleasure as her body twisted.

I penetrated her with two fingers, reaching her G-spot, which is very close to the vibrator and I can feel the cold emanating from it. Victor loves doing this, playing with this duality of temperature. I start flexing my fingertips on this sensitive spot, at the same time sucking on the clitoris.

Victor pulled her back a little, leaving her even more exposed and easier for me to continue playing with. I looked up slightly to see him caressing our mate's breasts.

Ayla's moans became more frequent and her body began to squirm more. I increased the speed and intensity of the stimulation, taking the opportunity to scratch her clitoris with the tips of my teeth.

It wasn't long before I heard Ayla's screams, as the orgasm took over her body. I lowered my mouth to her entrance and began to lick up all the liquid that was oozing out, and I could feel my fangs wanting to grow.

I continued licking and stimulating her orgasm to continue, but not with as much intensity, and as soon as her body stopped writhing, I pulled my mouth away, slipped my fingers inside her, and pulled out the small vibrator, throwing it anywhere on the floor.

I stood up and noticed that there was another rope around Ayla's waist, just to give her body more support so she wouldn't be so tense. There are several red marks on her shoulders from the kisses Victor gave her, but he hadn't cut the skin. I moved the ropes, bringing Ayla's legs down, and wrapped my arms around her waist.

Her eyes came back into focus, as I watched from the corner as Victor picked up the trolley with several different colored candles. I took the opportunity to loosen the ropes from the ceiling, made a kind of stretcher appear and laid Ayla on it.

She was confused, as she hadn't seen what Victor was doing. As soon as I adjusted it, the ropes passed through the stretcher, holding our mate in place, and finally, Victor entered her field of vision.

He moved his hand and a mirror that reached almost to the ceiling appeared, allowing Ayla to see herself and us. Her breathing quickened, and her scent intensified again.

"Some candles will be hot, others will be cold," Victor explained calmly. "Some will hurt more than others."

Ayla opened her lips to breathe better, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but her aura was normal.

"If at any point it gets too strong and uncomfortable, you should talk." Victor was categorical. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Ayla agreed.

I stepped back and started to take off my clothes. Ayla could see by the reflection in the mirror that she didn't know whether to pay attention to what Victor was doing or to me. I saw my mate take a pink candle that already had some wax melted on it and pour it over her breast, right on the nipple.

Ayla moaned loudly, arching her back with pleasure, it's certainly something very different from what I've done before. I smiled, my cock throbbing, and I knew I had to wait before I could penetrate her.

Victor moved on to the other breast, making a small straight line between them and letting the wax drip down the nipple, making a little peal. Ayla squirmed because I knew that the candle started hot and was now very cold.

That doesn't mean it's going to burn her skin, but it might feel similar, and then I saw her shake her head.

"No... I don't want to..." Ayla asked.

A flash passed through my mind and I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if my skin was melting. Strïth controlled me so that my aura wouldn't get out of control.

Victor's aura oscillated, and immediately the shadows wiped away any trace of the candle on the female body, consuming it. Victor let go of the ropes and grabbed Ayla.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." He whispered.

Ayla was breathing hard but soon calmed down. I just didn't go up, because I knew that this moment was between Ayla and Victor, that he'll be able to help her.

"I know... I didn't want to remember." Ayla whispered and Victor placed a light kiss on her temple, cradling her.

'Did you know this could happen?' I asked Strïth, as his reaction was quick to control me.

'I thought so... She's feeding off Ghost's aura, unconsciously she'll remember things from when she lived in the pack.' Strïth replied, 'Your job and Victor's is to help her get over it. Do your parts and help her heal.' He ordered and fell silent again.

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